A lot of feels. So prepare for that.

Shortly after (Y/n) and Gabriel snapped away, they stopped at a nice hotel not far away from the bunker. The Winchester was very shaken up on what had just taken place: seeing her brothers again, being able to make contact with her soulmate, Asmodeus getting his flame on... then the Apocalypse World and her mother being alive... too much information to take in at once.

Gabriel paid for two nights just in case one wasn't enough. He knew his soulmate was struggling by a whole lot, and she needed a hot minute before the real games began.

"Do you want to get cleaned up first, or have something to eat?" The archangel asked softly, rubbing (Y/n)'s arms in comfort. Her heart was still beating like a weed-eater. For all the trauma she'd gone through... Gabriel needed to be gentle. (Y/n) was still broken.

'I'm not hungry right now, will you...?' (Y/n) gestured with her eyes to the bathroom, where a large tub sat. There was a separate shower, but that's not what she wanted at the moment.

Smiling, Gabriel let go of her for a moment. He snapped his fingers, using his grace, and bath salts, as well as new clothes, appeared. (He had changed their clothing on the way to the hotel to avoid suspicion, but his soulmate felt uncomfortable in jeans and a flannel). "Do you want me with you, or do you want to be by yourself?" Thoughts and feelings crossed through him with the answer, but he just wanted to make sure.

Panic at the thought of her soulmate not with her reached (Y/n), and Gabriel immediately regretted asking. He wrapped his arms around her torso and kissed her shoulder. "I'm sorry, you know what I meant. If you want me with you, I'll be with you, okay?"

Gabriel let go of her, then took her hand and led her into the bathroom. They both stripped separately while the water ran, the salts already dumped into the bath. Gabriel stepped in first, adjusting to the size, and when he realized it wasn't big enough for his soulmate to be totally comfortable, he snapped his fingers again- the bathtub stretched out.

"Is this okay?" (Y/n) nodded and shakily stepped into the water, making sure it wasn't cold- which it had been down in Hell. Never warm, never hot... never how she liked it. "Do I need to move?"

'Please don't,' (Y/n) begged, her body beginning to shake. The loss of contact had seriously affected her, and it pissed Gabriel off. At this moment, his soulmate was as fragile as a china doll. 'I'm sorry.'

The archangel raised an eyebrow while he grabbed a washcloth. "What're you apologizing for? As far as I'm concerned, you have nothing to be sorry about."

'For being... for being scared. I'm a sad excuse for a soulmate.' (Y/n)'s head was dropped, her hair covering her teary (e/c) eyes. She felt so vulnerable. She felt weak. She felt like nothing.

Gabriel's hand fell from where he had placed the washcloth, his mouth parted. He placed his hands on (Y/n)'s shoulders and turned her around to face him, then moved his hands to her cheeks, using his thumb to dry her tears. "You are anything but those things. Please don't look at yourself that way, you're far from that." He placed a kiss on top of her head then pulled her into a hug. It allowed her to cry on his shoulder. "Don't apologize. Don't say those things. You're perfect just the way you are. I'd have you any kind of way, as long as you're with me." Once (Y/n) pulled away, he rested his forehead on hers. "We will get through this."